Every Friday, I'll tell you a story. More than likely they'll be done in parts, because your attention span is very short. In case you missed last weeks story, click here, because this story is continued from last week. Enjoy.

The woman scoffed at Sarah, clutching her purse tighter and walking through the door. Sarah mumbled to herself under her breath and moved her thumbs around each other like she was knitting. Her left knee began to vibrate.

"Ma'am, the doctor will see you now." the receptionist said from a different open doorway than the first woman had walked through. Pale flourescent lights lined the long hallway behind the petite woman as she called out again, "Ms. Johnson, come with me." Sarah heard her, but she couldn't respond. She was paralyzed with anger. The receptionist closed the door.

"Wait." Sarah finally opened her mouth. It was too late. The woman had gone to get the doctor. Sarah began to rock and moan. Her thumbs now moving faster. She was sweating and swearing.
By the time the doctor got to the waiting room, Sarah was limp on the charcoal gray carpet staring up at the slow ceiling fan -- its blades hypnotizing her. She thought about the last time he'd choked her. His gorilla grip cutting off her circulation. He seemed so determined. His torso pressed against her slim figure. He let go and slapped her face.

"Sarah" the doctor said firmly, "You need to get up." Sarah blankly looked at the doctor, breaking her focus on the fan only with her eyes.

"I can't take it. I can't take it, Doc." she mumbled. "My panties keep slipping into my ass." The doctor's eyes rested on Sarah's beauty queen cheek bones and big brown eyes. "Do you have any hand sanitizer, Dr. Finkelor?" she asked. "My hands are dirty."

"C'mon." said the doctor. "Let's get you into the office, so we can sort some things out."

"I need some sanitizer." Sarah said, sitting up.

"I know." Dr. Finkelor replied, pulling Sarah up onto her feet. "We'll get you some sanitizer."

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